Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2016 01:49:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar
Subject: The Carney Men Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The doorbell rang, and Phillip Carney sprang up from the couch.
"That will be Don," he said to his father.
"Care to wager whether or not Scottie is with him?" Douglas asked.
It had been two weeks since Don's weekend visit with his father and
grandfather. Don had spoken with his dad several times over the telephone,
but he had never said anything about his son coming with him the next time
he visited the older Carney men.
"Don't have a clue, Dad," Phillip called over his shoulder.
Phillip opened the door and discovered his son Don standing
there. He was alone.
Looking around his son, Phillip said, "I take it Scottie chose not
to make the trip with you."
Don stepped inside the house. He pushed the door shut behind him
and reached out to his father. He gave Phillip a warm kiss on the mouth.
"Scott didn't come with me this time. I'll explain in a minute."
Phillip returned to the living room, his son on his heels.
"Hi, Grandpa," Don greeted the older man. "God, it's good to see
you."
Douglas stood to his feet and went to meet his grandson.
"Your dad and I are glad to see you, Donny."
Douglas greeted his grandson in the same fashion the boy had
greeted Phillip. He gave Don a strong kiss on the mouth.
A moment later the three men took seats. Douglas returned to his
recliner, and Phillip and Don each claimed an end of the sofa.
"Tell us about Scottie," Phillip urged.
"He didn't come. In fact, truth of the matter is, I didn't offer
him an invitation."
"I have to say, I'm disappointed," Douglas spoke up.
Phillip reached across and gave his son's knee a pat. "I'm sure Don
knows what's best for Scottie, Dad."
Don gave his father a smile. "I appreciate you saying that, Dad."
"Of course," Douglas added.
Don looked at his father and then turned his gaze to his
grandfather sitting across the room from him.
"After my last visit, the two of you gave me a lot to think about,"
the younger man said. "I had a hell of a lot to wrap my head around as I
drove back home."
When Don paused, his father asked, "Did you have doubts? Regrets?"
Don smiled tenderly at the man beside him. "Absolutely no doubts or
regrets. For me, that is."
"Surely you don't have any for your dad or me," Douglas questioned.
"Nope, not for either of you." Don's face took on a serious
look. "I'm still processing the situation where Scott is concerned. Hell,
he's only fifteen. I'm not sure I want him introduced to this way of
life—at least not now. When he's older, perhaps."
"Older?"
"That's right, Grandpa."
"How much older do you think he needs to be?" Douglas asked.
"I'm thinking maybe seventeen or eighteen. He'll only be sixteen in
a few months," Don reminded his grandfather. "I want the decision to be
Scott's. Can you see my point?"
Phillip stood to his feet. "I think Don's absolutely right about
this, Dad. He knows his son far better than either of us do. He'll know
when the time is right. If it's ever right. We need to create some type of
relationship between us and the boy first. Depending, of course, whether
Scottie even wants one. Now, anyone for a beer? I could use one."
Don and his grandfather both declared they were ready for something
to drink, and Phillip left the room. He soon returned with three bottles of
beer.
"So, tell me, Donny," Douglas said a short time later, "what were
some of the things you were thinking about on your way home?"
"Don might not want to share, Dad," Phillip told his father.
Don took a swig from the bottle in his hand. "I don't mind at all,"
he assured them both. "You will have to admit, the two of you gave me
plenty to think about that weekend."
"And?" Douglas prodded his grandson.
"I think I told Dad that I had fantasized about him for a long
time. In fact, it all began when I was about sixteen or seventeen. Another
reason why I want Scott to be older. At this point in time, I don't even
know if he's had any of the same thoughts that I did at his age."
"There are ways of finding out," Douglas remarked. "Other than just
coming out and asking him," he added.
"I'm listening," Don said.
Phillip leaned forward and said, "Your grandpa thought perhaps he
could let Scottie catch him jacking off. The way he did me," he added.
"If anything, that might turn the boy off," Douglas said. "After
all, you had no idea about me." Douglas grinned at his grandson. "You
probably thought I was too old to still be enjoying sex."
"You're wrong, Grandpa. I've always thought you were hot and sexy
looking. I think the reason I was surprised about you was because you had
just lost Grandma. It had nothing to do with your age."
"Have you ever caught Scottie jacking off?" Phillip asked.
"I haven't," Don answered. "Remember, he's only with me on
weekends. I'm sure he takes care of himself before he comes over to my
place. He's yet to spend more than every other weekend with me since Ann
and I have split up. I'm supposed to have him one week of Christmas Break
from school in December."
"His birthday is in November," Phillip reminded.
"It is," Don said.
"Do you really think sixteen is still too young?" Douglas asked.
Phillip finished his drink and stood to his feet. "You heard Don's
take on that, Dad. Scott's his son, and we'll leave everything up to him.
I'm ready to head out for dinner. You guys hungry?"
Don sat his bottle down on the table beside him and said, "I am
starving."
"Let's go," Douglas said.
The older man led the way, and they were soon in Douglas' vehicle
and on their way to dinner.
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Phillip went about turning the lights out for the night. When he
had finished, he walked down the hall.
"Where are you two?" Phillip called.
"In here," Douglas answered.
Phillip reached the end of the hall and stood before the door of
his father's bedroom. He discovered Don in his grandfather's bed. Douglas
was beside him.
"We thought we'd start out in here," Douglas said.
Phillip was wearing only his boxers. He quickly shucked them off
and crawled in bed next to his son's naked body.
"Did you start without me?" he asked.
"Just getting primed," Don answered. He reached for his father's
hand and pulled it toward him. He let his dad feel his cock.
Phillip discovered that his son was hard.
"I think you're primed," he assured Don.
Don pulled the sheet back with his other hand. "So is Grandpa," he
said placing his other hand on the older man's dick.
"You two are such horn dogs," Phillip said with a grin.
"And you're not?" Saying those words, Don eyed his father's
dick. "You're getting harder by the second," he pointed out.
"Your bush is already sticky," Phillip remarked.
"He's a leaker like you," Douglas told his son.
Don gave his grandfather a couple strokes. "You're wet, too."
"Where do you think I got it from?" Phillip asked.
Phillip looked down at his son's body. Don's cock was standing tall
and proud, surrounded by the boy's thick brown pubes. Strands of pre cum
had leaked from Don's dick and dropped into his cock nest. The sight made
Phillip's mouth water.
Without saying a word, Phillip raised his body off the bed. He
quickly leaned over his son and placed his lips around Don's thick
cockhead.
Don moaned. "God, that feels good. I've missed you guys so much."
Douglas leaned over and pinched one of his grandson's
nipples. Feeling it harden against his finger, Don's grandfather pulled
away and slowly worked a finger into one of the boy's hairy pits.
"I like it that your pits are so damned thick," Douglas said.
Don moved his arm enough to allow his grandfather a better
entrance. He felt his granddad tugging on his pit hair.
"You just like hair, Grandpa," the boy declared.
"And you don't? Douglas leaned over and kissed his grandson on the
mouth.
"Hair does get my juices flowing," Don assured the old man.
Phillip began working his mouth up and down his son's thick
shaft. Each time he reached the base, he sniffed long and hard, taking in
the sweet man fragrance Don's crotch was sending out.
"Oh, Dad," Don moaned. "You're making my dick feel so good.
Phillip pulled off his son's cock.
"Are you close?" he asked Don.
"Not really. Why?"
"I'm not ready for you to cum." Phillip gave his son a grin. "I've
got plans for this thing." He gave Don's cock a squeeze.
"I have plans, too," Douglas said from the other side of the bed.
"I'm here for you both," Don assured the men.
Phillip returned to his son's dick, savoring the boy's sweet
taste. He worked his mouth up and down Don's shaft once more, enjoying the
feeling his mouth was receiving from his son's cock sliding across his
tongue.
The bed shook as Douglas began moving his body. The older man was
soon on his knees, his cock on his grandson's chin.
"Suck me, Donny," the man directed his grandson.
Don opened his mouth, and his grandfather pushed the head of his
dick inside. Douglas moved slowly, pushing his dick to the back of his
grandson's mouth. By the time his cockhead was all the way inside, Don was
breathing deep, taking in his grandpa's smell. The odor was making the
boy's dick grow harder inside his dad's mouth. Suddenly he moaned.
Don pulled away from his grandfather's cock and cried out, "Damn,
Dad, I'm going to shoot!"
Phillip increased his speed and began attacking the boy's dick with
everything he had. He felt Don's cock thicken up and realized he was about
to receive his son's load.
"Fuck!" Don cried as the first jet of cum hit the back of his dad's
throat, followed by several more strong spurts.
Phillip continued sucking even after Don's balls had stopped
releasing their load. He swallowed his son's spunk, not losing one drop of
it. Finally he pulled away, bringing Don's dick out in the open.
"I love your cum, Son," Phillip sighed.
"I love giving it to you," Don assured his dad.
"You two have made me so fucking hard," Douglas moaned. "Can I give
my load to you, Donny?"
For an answer, Don took his grandfather's dick back inside his
mouth. He swallowed down to the man's thick wiry pubes.
Douglas began fucking his grandson's mouth, enjoying the warmth the
boy was giving his dick. He slammed Don's face hard, slapping his furry
balls against his grandson's chin.
I'm about to shoot," Douglas suddenly warned.
He continued fucking Don's mouth, slamming the boy's face with his
hairy cock, grinding Don's chin with his scratchy pubes.
"Oh, hell!" Douglas cried out.
Phillip watched as his father filled his son's mouth with his
load. The picture the two of them made was so hot that Phillip almost shot
his load. He quickly pulled his hand away from his dick, hoping to keep
things in control.
As Don worked at swallowing his grandfather's heavy cream, Phillip
called out encouragement from his side of the bed.
"You're doing great, Don," he praised. "It's so hot watching you
swallow Dad's cum."
His balls drained, Douglas pulled out of his grandson's mouth.
"That was awesome," he said.
"Your cum tasted a little different, Grandpa," Don told the man.
"Different good? Or Different bad?" Douglas asked.
"Oh, it was all good," Don answered.
Douglas eyed his son's hard dripping dick from across his
grandson's body. He gave Phillip a grin and said, "You need to shoot,
Son. How do you want to do it? I'm not sure that Donny's ready for you to
fuck him."
"Are you wanting to fuck me, Dad?" Don asked his father.
"I never turn your dick down," Douglas was quick to remind his
son. "Fuck me," he begged.
Don suddenly rose up from the bed and said, "Now, wait just a
damned moment. I think it should be me." Don smiled at his dad and said,
"Dad, would you like to fuck me?"
Surprised by his son's words, Phillip asked, "Are you sure? I'm not
certain you're ready for my dick just yet."
A look of tenderness crossing his face, Don said, "I think it's
time. And I think you should be the one to do it." Don turned to his
grandfather. "Is that alright with you, Grandpa?"
"Of course it's alright," Douglas assured his grandson. "It's only
right that your father should do it. After all, I did it for him."
Don rolled over and faced his grandfather. His ass was facing
Phillip. Don said, "Just promise me, Dad, that you will be easy."
Phillip rolled over and wrapped his arms around Don's body. He
pulled the boy against him. Phillip's dick snaked its way along his son's
hairy ass crack.
"If you're sure this is what you want, Don. I will be as gentle as
I can. I would never want to hurt you."
Douglas reached for a bottle of lube on the table beside him. He
handed the gel to his son and said, "I can't wait to see this. There's no
greater love than the bonding of a father and his son."
Phillip asked one last time, "You are sure this is what you want,
Don?"
"I am, Dad."
"I love you so much, Don," Phillip whispered.
Phillip told his son to roll over on his stomach. Don did as he was
told and Phillip said, "Dad, would you place a pillow underneath his body?"
With his son's body elevated by the pillow, Phillip began teasing
Don's crack, gradually making his way to the boy's hairy hole.
"God, you have a hairy ass," Phillip said to his son. "I'm going to
enjoy working my way through the middle of all that."
Phillip continued teasing Don's ass, trying to get the boy relaxed
enough to allow his father to enter him.
The touch of Phillip's hand caused his son to shiver.
"You okay, Don?"
"I'm fine, Dad." Don's words ended with a sigh.
Phillip squeezed some lube into his palm and began slowly working
it along his son's hairy crack. When he came to the boy's hole, Phillip
pushed some of the gel through the opening.
Don's body gave a jerk, but he didn't say a word.
"It's okay, Don," Phillip said. "All I'm doing now is working some
of the lube inside you. That will make it easier for me to enter you."
Enjoying his dad's touch, Don remained silent. He had no idea that
having his ass teased by another person would leave him with such a
pleasant feeling. Even more so knowing it was his father's hands down
there, he thought.
"Okay, Don, I'm going to work a finger inside of you," Phillip told
his son. "Let me know if I'm hurting you."
Phillip slipped a greased finger through his son's slick hole. He
felt Don's body jerk.
"You okay?"
"Yes."
The bed moved as Douglas changed his position.
"I want a good view of this," Douglas said.
Phillip continued at a slow pace, trying to ensure that his son
would experience as little pain as possible the first time he was
fucked. He forced himself to take his time, trying to make Don's body
become as relaxed as possible.
A little later Phillip said, "Don, I've got three fingers inside
you. How does it feel?"
Don took a breath and slowly let it out. "I feel a little
pressure. Nothing else," he added.
Phillip worked his son's ass a few moments longer. Finally he
pulled his fingers out.
"Okay, Don, I'm going to place the tip of my cock against your
hole. I'm not going to do anything else just yet."
Douglas raised up and asked, "Can I help?"
"Dad, why don't you guide the tip inside?" Phillip suggested.
Happy to do so, Douglas quickly leaned down and took hold of his
son's dick. He helped guide it to his grandson's hairy entrance.
When Phillip felt his son's heavily greased ass touching the tip of
his dick, he came to a stop. Feeling his son's touch, Phillip's body
shivered. Another shiver coursed through his body when he felt Douglas move
his cockhead in a circular motion around Don's asshole.
"What's going on, Dad?" Don asked.
"I'm going to push my head inside you," Phillip answered.
Phillip pushed his thick knob inside his son's tight entrance and
stopped. He was surprised at how good just having the head of his dick
inside his son's ass felt. It was all he could do not to ram the entire
length of his hard rod inside the boy.
He forced himself to take a deep breath. "You okay?" he asked.
"It's a little tight," Don admitted. "I can handle it."
Phillip pushed another inch or so inside and waited. When Don
didn't respond, Phillip went in a little deeper. He felt Don's body tense
up.
"Am I hurting you?"
"Not really. It's just so damned tight."
Phillip could hear the pain in his son's voice. "I'm going to pull
out, Don."
"No. Don't."
"Take a deep breath, Donny," Douglas said. "Then let it slowly
out. That will help you to relax."
Don did as his grandfather said, and he felt his body relax a
little. His dad's cock didn't feel as tight inside him.
"That does help," Don whispered.
"Do it again," Douglas said. "In fact, do it several more times,"
he added.
Don followed his grandfather's directions and Phillip felt his
son's ass loosen up. To the point his cock slid most of the way inside.
"Keep doing that, Don," Phillip told his son. "You have most of my
dick inside you now."
Phillip heard his son take a few more deep breaths and slowly let
the air back out. The action caused Phillip's cock to slide all the way
inside his son's tight ass.
"I'm in, Don," he said. "I'm balls deep inside you."
Don felt his face break out into a sweat. Pain surged through his
body, and for a moment, he thought he was going to pass out.
"It's rough the first time, Donny," Douglas whispered to his
grandson. "You're doing great. I promise, once you get past this, you won't
be able to get enough cock up your ass."
Knowing his son was in quite a bit of pain, Phillip forced his body
to remain completely still. Don's ass felt so good to him it was all he
could to not to ram his son.
The pain suddenly left Don's body and replaced the void with
pleasure. He groaned loudly, finally enjoying his father's dick buried deep
inside him.
Mistaking the groan for pain rather than pleasure, Phillip said he
was going to pull out.
"Don't. You. Dare. Your dick. It feels so good." Saying the words,
Don pushed back against his father. The action caused Phillips cock to go
deeper still.
"I think he's ready for you to fuck him, Phil," Douglas spoke up.
"Yes, Dad. Fuck my ass."
That was all Phillip needed to hear. He leaned closer to his son,
allowing his furry balls to rub the lower part of Don's ass. He began
fucking Don, slowly at first. However, it wasn't long until he had to drive
deeper into his son's body.
"I'm sorry, Don, but I can't wait any longer. I've got to go
deeper."
"It's okay, Dad. The pain's gone. Pound my ass. I'm ready for you."
Don's words spurred his father on, moving him into high gear. He
drove his cock deeper with each thrust, grinding his cock hair against his
son's ass. The movement caused Don to moan as his body was filled with
pleasure caused by his dad's dick.
"Oh, Dad. This. Is. Wonderful."
Phillip began experiencing pleasure like none ever before as he
continued fucking his son's ass. While he loved fucking his dad, there was
something about his son's ass that brought even greater pleasure to him.
"Your ass is driving me crazy, Don," he moaned. "I'm going to cum
soon."
"Do it, Dad. Fill me with your cream. I want to feel you shoot
inside me."
His son's words did the trick. They brought the man over the
edge. Phillip began pumping a thick load of spunk deep inside the boy's
bowels. Don's ass had caused him so much excitement that Phillip's load
filled his son's ass to the point of escaping back out, falling into
Philip's matted pubes.
"Oh, fuck," Philip cried. His body went limp against his son's
back.
"Now that was one of the hottest things I have ever seen," Douglas
moaned.
Hard once more, Douglas moved on the bed until he was behind his
son.
"I'm going to fuck you, Phil," Douglas said.
Phillip moved as if to pull out of his son.
"Don't move," Douglas said. "I want to fuck you while your dick is
still inside Donny."
Phillip felt his dad's dick push against his ass. He leaned into
his father and felt the man's dick slide inside him. The movement caused
Phillip's cock to make its way through the cum in his son's ass.
Phillip remained in close contact with his Don's body as his own
father began fucking his ass. The movement caused Phillip to begin fucking
his son's slippery hole once more.
"Oh, shit."
The words came from Don. The fucking his grandfather was giving his
dad was creating a new pleasure for his body. He could feel his father's
dick growing stronger inside his ass.
"Grandpa's making you get hard again," he said to his dad.
"Yes, he is. Surprised the hell out of me, but I'm not
complaining," Phillip retorted.
"It's causing me to wet the sheets," Don remarked.
"Fucking the bed is not as good as fucking ass, but if you feel the
need to hump the sheets while I fuck your dad, do it," Douglas
groaned. "I've got plenty of sheets."
Douglas picked up speed and slammed into is son's ass, driving his
thick hard cock deep enough that it wasn't long before Phillip felt the
twinge in his balls. The twinge that told him he was about to cum again for
a second time.
"Fuck, Dad. You're going to fuck the cum out of me."
For an answer, Douglas began fucking his son harder. The motion
caused Phillip's thicken dick to erupt more cum inside his son's ass. The
movement also caused Don to slide his cock back and forth along the
dampened sheets.
Suddenly Don realized the sheets were about to become wetter.
"God, you two are going to make me cum again," he warned.
Don's words caused his grandpa's dick to spray the walls of
Phillips ass with his cum.
"You two are too much," Douglas said with a sigh. It's hard not to
cum when I'm around the two of you."
Phillip turned so he could give his father a kiss. "I don't think
you hear either of us complaining."
Turning back around, Phillip leaned down and kissed his son on the
back of his neck. "Are you complaining, Don?"
Don pushed into his father and forced his ass muscles to give the
man's dick a squeeze. "I'd have this up me all the time if I could manage
it."
"He would like that," Phillip grinned. "Damn, me and him both, for
that matter."
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Phillip and his dad were sitting at the breakfast table the next
morning when Don came into the room and joined them. The younger man poured
himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
"Morning," he greeted as he pulled a chair out.
"Good morning." Phillip smiled at his son.
"How did you sleep?" Douglas asked his grandson.
Don took a sip of coffee. "Like a top", he answered.
A silence settled in around the kitchen table, and for a few
moments no one made an attempt to break it. Don finally looked at the older
two men.
"I hope no one here is upset with me," he said.
A surprised look appearing on his face, Phillip asked, "Why would
you think we were upset about anything?"
"I thought perhaps you might be because of what I said about
Scott."
Phillip reached out and placed his hand over his son's. "Don,
Scottie's your son. You know him better than either your grandpa or I. If
you are not comfortable with him coming down on weekends, we respect your
wishes."
"We certainly do," Douglas hastened to assure his grandson. "I'm
sorry if you thought I was trying to force something on him. On you,"
Douglas added.
Don studied his grandfather's face, and he was suddenly overcome
with emotion. He leaned over and gave the old man a kiss on the cheek.
"Don't get me wrong, Grandpa. Whatever is developing between
us—you and Dad—is changing my life. I've always loved the two of you,
but now it's different. It's good. Intense. I love what's happening between
us. However, I think we need to hold off bringing Scott into the
mix. Please try and understand."
Phillip stood to his feet and gave his son's shoulder a
squeeze. "We do understand, Don. Now, how about a refill?"
Douglas eyed his grandson closely. "Just do me a favor, Donny."
"Anything, Grandpa."
"Just try and get Scottie to come with you next time you come for a
visit. I'd would like to get to know my great grandson. Will you do that?
I'll be on my best behavior. You have my word."
"Of course, Grandpa. I think Scott would like that very much."
Phillip returned to the table with the coffee pot. After he
refilled all three cups, he sat down at the table once more. He picked up
his cup.
"A toast," he said.
"To the Carney men and the love they have for each other."
"The Carney men," Douglas and Don said, their words blending
together.
THE END
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